Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 311

Three years later.

The autumn sun blazed just as fiercely as it had when she was twelve.

Sunlight filtered through the tinted windows, dancing over the amber leather seats like shattered gold.

In the backseat, the young woman leaned against her hand, staring out the window. Her luminous skin seemed almost translucent in the light. Beside her, the young man sat with his gaze lowered, a Bible resting in his hands. His fingertips brushed the pages, breaking the golden rays that spilled across them.

Wesley adjusted his sunglasses. "Sir, Miss Lexton, we've arrived."

Alaric's fingers paused. He looked up toward the window.

Vivienne stretched lazily and casually pulled out her phone, pulling up the FortunePay QR code. "Another quiet day."

Their agreement from three years ago still stood: as long as Alaric stayed quiet during their rides, she would earn a thirty-thousand-dollar reward.

Alaric turned to look at her.

After today, the girl before him would officially be a high school student. Not only had her chest pin changed from the Sword of the Valiant to the Shield of the Rose, but her once-boyish figure had begun to soften into stunning curves.

He discreetly looked away, his expression flat. "I heard you asked Julian for more."

Assuming the young heir was about to lecture her, Vivienne deadpanned, "That's completely different. Julian loves having his ego stroked. I have to agree with everything he says and provide constant emotional support. Charging a premium is only fair, isn't it?"

Emotional support? Alaric's mouth twitched. He opened the door and stepped out.

No wonder Julian strutted around school with such inflated arrogance every time he dropped her off.

"Hey!"

It was a massive amount. Unable to front it all at once, Vivienne had to fleece the wealthy heirs around her.

She could have just asked Caspian for the money, but she had promised him three years ago that she would grow up properly and stop getting involved in dangerous schemes. If Caspian found out she had not only funded her stepmother's lover for three years but had also personally coached a college boy on how to seduce the woman, his perfect image of her would shatter completely.

Vivienne couldn't bear to imagine the fallout, so she took the harder route of extorting her peers.

Wesley stepped out with practiced ease and opened her door. "Princess, please step out."

Golden sunlight spilled into the corner of the car. Pushing her thoughts aside, Vivienne stepped out. Her black leather shoes landed firmly in the brightest patch of light, her pleated plaid skirt swaying gently in the autumn breeze. With a radiant smile on her lips, she practically glowed in the sun.

"Look! It's Vivienne Lexton!"

"Where? Oh my god! It really is her. They don't call her the National Princess for nothing. She's stunning."